morning routine I guess · 2:11am May 30th, 2021
Brrring!
Brrring!
Brrring!
"ah! maldito estúpido despertador!" Ramirez said as she sat up on her bed before turning off the alarm clock which sat on the nightstand "another day...another struggle to surviving this hellhole..." she muttered as she looked at the clock which read 8:26, rubbing her head, she got up off the bed and made her way to the bathroom for a warm shower.
after showering she made her way to her wardrobe and got out her red jacket but not before spotting a blue dress 'oh yeah! I haven't worn this since...oh...' she thought as she remembers the day she wore this on her first actual date '*sigh* shit...'
she stood there in silence for a while before pushing those memories back into her head and closing the wardrobe before putting on her red jacket, she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen for some breakfast. "Bueno, let's see what we have here," Ramirez said to herself as she opened the fridge and began looking through its contents, after a while, she took out a carton of milk and got out a bowl and a box of cereal that read "eating AM!"
she went into the dining room (containing a small table and one single busted old wooden chair, the power of loneliness) and sat down, placing her bowl on it she took out the cereal first and began putting it in the bowl before pouring the milk (anypony who puts milk first is insane!). after that she began eating her cereal quietly, but she couldn't help let her mind wander 'I wonder if anypony gets the feeling that they wanna go somewhere or do something but are too lazy to do it... she rubbed her chin at the thought but thought nothing of it.
once she finishes eating she got up, took her bowl, and left it in the sink with the other dirty dishes that she promised herself to clean later but never did. going upstairs and back into her room she went over to her small little library (next to her wardrobe, it is filled with some of the books that survived the house fire that happened a while back) she took a particular book out: her father's war journal.
she opened it up and began reading like she always has, everything he writes is like a story or a movie: from an undercover mission in east pferdlin germareny to the thick jungles of vietmane. every new chapter is always an exciting or interesting adventure, sometimes it would even mention about her mother 'my mom that I never met...'
after about an hour of reading (which just talks about another one of his mission of blowing shit up in haneigh) she placed her bookmark and started getting ready to take a nap (she always does after reading).
"brain, get ready to dream of being with dad and doing missions with him!" Ramirez told herself as she placed the journal on the nightstand beside her alarm clock and placed her head on the pillow, making herself comfortable before falling asleep quickly.
welp, my arms and fingers are sore from typing and shit and my eyes have the urge to close but ima try and stay awake for a bit. this was a pain in the ass to make (mainly trying to figure out stuff and redoing it for the 3rd time since my computer is shit) but anyway, at least it turned out good...I think...
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"*yawns* ye..."
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*pats him on the back* "you...you too, and hey, when..." *tries to stay up* " when can I *yawns* talk to you?"
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"thanks, griff...you really are the best..." *falls asleep on the ground*
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*clings onto his hoof*